fallcnlight·:
A clumsy vampire, was there ever such a concept? Kemuel’s been exposed to miscellaneous creatures and beings alike of all walks of life, many of whom are inexperienced in their new ‘life’ like children investigating the world. Only, these children can maim and kill and harm the world far more than their human kind.
He has a hard time seeing the negative aspects of Erik, outside his insistence and stubborn will that Kemuel harbors in his own life. A double-edged sword prepared to gut him like a fish. The demon purses his lips, head shaking. “I would be happy to have your company, clumsiness or no. Flaws may be exacerbated through immortality, but it offers the chance to remedy or ‘fix’ them.”
The ring glistening on Erik’s finger catches his eye instantly. He glances from his own, dulled from the fall, then to Erik’s miniature disc of sunlight. His heart only aches further for the sun’s light licking at his feathered wings or heaven’s own gracing his form. It is only in his dreams can he ever return to such a world.
“I say you have plenty of time to keep yourself alive with less worry about risks nowadays. I recall when people were horrified to do much less,” he counters, attempting to follow along with Erik’s joking. Kemuel cracks a smile.
Erik’s incentive to help makes its appearance again in his home life, cooking. Kemuel’s forced himself to cook at home, though his abilities are sub-par in comparison to the used-to-be-human like Erik. “If you are willing, I’d be happy to learn from you. Cooking is not my strong suite; there are many times where I end up threatening to burn the kitchen or the food,” he confesses in a breath of laughter.
His smile lessens, thoughts lingering on ‘accidents’ and ‘familiarity’. Cyanide is perhaps the most unfamiliar place the angel’s demon’s ever been in, even more so than a brief visit or two down under. Kemuel drums his fingers on the menu’s plastic cover, “Familiarity is something I have yet to come by, here. It must not be too hard, yes?”
A pause, swallowing and clearing his throat prompts him to continue, “I found it easier to start off on the…smaller scale, of hobbies. Individualized activities allow more focus and less concern over who’s around and what might happen. I’ve hiked around plenty of times throughout the ages, but they weren’t for the sake of fun. The most breathtaking trek would be through the desert outside of present-day Cairo, just after the pyramids were finalized. The stars along the desert was something to remember.”
Erik supposes it’s like walking on new legs. A knock-kneed doe trying to figure it all out. He thinks immorality is a catalyst for some. It brings out the things that laid dormant. Or perhaps intensifies what was already there. He knows it’s a silly notion--after all, he is pretty pitiful at being a vampire. If there was a checklist for everything he was doing wrong he would have them all neatly checked and cosigned, a humorously bitter mocking to this new life.
“At least I cannot die.” The joking falls off his tongue before he can help it. Probably not the most appropriate for polite conversation. Erik has to be the one to laugh at himself, he thinks, otherwise, it would all begin to be too much. “Easily, that is. I can take a fall or two and go unharmed. That part amazes me. I am sure human-me would have suffered a great deal under the same circumstances.”
He forgets sometimes that he does have limitations still. It’s so easy to forget despite not fully giving his body what it needed he is still so much stronger, so much more invincible, and able to do all these things he had never imagined. He cannot imagine the power running in the veins of those who are older, who do not resist the urge to feed on humans. They must be so Herculean.
“A fair trade, I think. You take me hiking and keep from getting mauled by a bear or something. I will show you how to not burn down the kitchen or the better yet, how to keep the food unscathed.” He says raising an eyebrow, “I think it must be different for me, so much familiarity is in passing. So much of my life before is painted across these everyday things. Doing the mundane, being around people, enjoying every admittedly useless breath--it reminds me so much of the Erik before. I took it all for granted and now I just desperately hold onto it. Bask in it and enjoy it. This is the type of life I want to live.”
His chin falls into his hand, propped on the table at the bend of his elbow, as he glances over the other although he was too immersed in painting what the other was telling him in his mind. He would have a harder time imagining all the wonderful things the humans have created throughout time knowing just how weak they are in comparison. Great, unbelievable, and amazing feats. “I find myself jealous. I should have been born a few centuries prior. I missed out on all the fun.” Erik laments teasingly, “What I would give to see history being made.”
